Iron Bird (III-Porto) - If the north is the destiny of every compass, then today we’re but in the right day. We gow down Lake Di Garda and we stopped again to marvel at the great scenery where first the eyes have to seduce the roofs of Torbole to meet the waters that make the border here – the border we’ll follow our trail. We return to the doors of Verona just to separate from Giullieta – we’re the eyes of a Romeo in love with balconies where the wind that goes through us will certainly not find permanent shelter. So to Torino since we’ve got on more word in these lands of east. If the clock of the car is already counting 38 hours of journey, the other is on 2500Km of asphalt. If it’s Gaia that introduces to the strange streets of Torino, it is Science that removes us from this ending that in all is not an end, but just another step of the wolf. Good companion, thou who hast given us in mere days more emotion than an entire decade, do you still remember where it all began? Don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t forget. We don’t have much time – what in the beginning was excess, today is privilege. Of Milano we just know 3 streets, the entry one, the sight one and the exit. Enough to remember, but not to melt our heart. Thus, we must return. As we’re moving away we are already planning the comeback. The cold seems to have returned to the skies of Italy. Never-ending hours of airport waiting to leave. Good hours to try and arrange the memories so that with the beating of the iron bird’s wings we don’t forget. We return to familiar lands, just to leave again. (Estamos sempre a partir ou a ir embora) Joao Rui